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Part 27 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Y/N & Liz POV

It's her! She's here in front of me!! Don't fuck this up.

Y/N POV

I could feel the sickness leave my body as my eyes focused on the person in front of me.

"Y/N?!"

The woman with the brunette hair and blue Dodgers cap asks me. I let the grip I have on the guitar case slip as the woman keeps a tight hold of the handle. We both don't move, and suddenly the airport seems to become smaller and quieter until it feels like it's just the two of us. The woman softly lets go of the case, resting it on the floor. Through her sunglasses, I know she has her eyes on me.

"Elizabeth?" I say just above a whisper, afraid that if I'm any louder, I'll wake up. This won't be real. She can't be here. And she'll be gone.. again...

"Y/N?"

She moves closer to me as I take a step back. Stopping her. My own action surprises me, but I advert my eyes and bite my bottom lip as it quivers. All the emotions I've been feeling and wanting to yell for the past three weeks are beginning to bubble up, and I can't stop it. But yet here I am—mouth open. Nothing is coming out. I want to collapse in her arms. I want to kiss her. I want nothing more than to yell at her for how she made me feel, but I can't even look at her.

The woman across from me takes another step closer. Gently approaching. "Y/N? Look at me." I can't. I don't want to. She can't be here. Can she?

In a moment, I feel two soft hands cup my cheeks. Two thumbs begin wiping at tears I didn't feel slipping. Her touch sends a wave of electricity down my body. It's something I haven't felt in weeks.

It's my Liz.

"Look at me, Y/N."

I feel a pull on my face as I turn my head downwards, making me look into her eyes. I see them. Her sunglasses long removed, letting her beautiful luscious green eyes capture me once again.

"Y/N?"

I scan over the rest of her face as the breathing in my throat begins to get cut off. My chest rises and falls as I feel each careful stroke of her thumb on my skin. Her lips form a kind smile to me as she bites her bottom lip before she opens her mouth to speak. My eyes slowly move over Liz's lips as her muffled voice speaks to me.

"Y/N, please breathe with me. Come on."

I'm done scanning as I get back into the reality of what's happening.

"Okay. You're doing well. In... Out... In... Out."

A couple more tires of that and some dirty looks from a few Californians; I'm back to breathing normally. "Elizabeth?" I say louder than last time, knowing that she's here. I look down at her, and she nods her head.

"It's me."

Liz POV

It's her.

She sees me, and she has a panic attack without realizing it. What the fuck did I do to her?

I can feel my hands begin to shake as the guilt and emotions inside of me want an escape. I don't know what to do besides watch Y/N as she scans over my face. Even through her glossy eyes, I can see that she hasn't forgiven me. And that's what hurts. How long will it have to be? And what comes after this moment-

"Elizabeth?" Y/N asks me as if I'm not really here. As if I'll be gone. I nod my head and bring myself closer to her.

"It's me." I swallow the lump in my throat. "I'm here." I continue wiping the tears that fall from her shocked face. "I'm here, Y/N.." I bite my lip. I'm carefully thinking of my following words. If this is my one chance, I must lay it all out there. I close my eyes while taking a deep breath in. I only open them when I feel Y/N's palms land on my hands, still cupping her face.

I look into the intense stare I'm receiving. It's not intimidating or full of hatred; instead, it's filled with hope and sorrow. The tiny glint in her eyes tells me to continue. I hope I'm not wrong.

"Y/N, my intention was to never push you like this. I-"

"Liz, please-"

She called me Liz again. Not Elizabeth but Liz.

"No, Y/N, just let me talk." I feel her soft palms on the back of my hands begin to slip. But I cup her face more and make her look at me. "Liz, I-"

"Y/N. Please." It feels like hours go by before Y/N nods her head.

"I've waited a-and thought over the words I want to say. I will continue to wait if you truly want to leave me right now, but I couldn't see you without trying to-" My phone comes to life in my pocket and starts ringing, cutting off the long-awaited apology. I look into Y/N's eyes as they are still trained on me. Unfazed by the ringing from my phone. I can't move my hands away, so I let it ring as Y/N draws circles on my hands with her thumbs.

This action is louder than anything I've said so far.

There is hope.

"I thought that- I thought that I would be protecting you- I-" I take a quick breath. "Hurting y-you is one of my deepest regrets Y/N I wan-" My phone goes off again. I groan in frustration due to this and because of what Y/N does next.

My stupid ass phone falls into the background.

She grabs my hands and slowly lifts them off her face. Her eyes have dried while mine are still filled. She surprisingly kisses my left palm before dropping my hands. The warm touch on my skin turned cold in an instant. I look over her face with worry as she swallows whatever she was planning on saying. I see her struggling. She takes a step back and wipes her eyes. "Umm.. listen, Liz, I- I don't know what you think you're doing, but this isn't go-going to change what happened."

"No. Y/N. I'm not trying to change what happened. I- I never meant it."

Y/N POV

"Why did you mean? Aside from 'protecting me,' what did you mean?"

I look into her eyes as she puts her hands together. She begins fiddling with her fingers. I take the time to have a quick look around as she gathers her thoughts. I'm surprised that no one has spotted Elizabeth. Or at least I don't think so.

"I wanted you to be safe.." I could just about scoff at those words

"Why didn't you talk to me?" I breathe in and out. "I know you thought you would be protecting me, but how would you know that without speaking to me?" I shake my head. I want nothing more than to jump into Liz's arms and reunite with her but right now, my mind is in the back seat of the SUV, about to get broken up with. The image won't go away.

"Everyone got exposed to another side of you while people got exposed to me. All of me! Suddenly I'm no longer the mysterious girl that's been hanging out with the Olsens." I thought I was done crying, but I can feel myself getting choked up as I'm reliving that day. "Now I'm the gold digger—the Wannabe C lister. I'm Elizabeth Olsen's phase. I'm the girlfriend. They all know my name. They post it everywhere, but no one uses it correctly. And on top of that, my privacy. My job. My calls with you are being sent back as if I weren't there. People have photos of me! My life got completely ripped out of my lap and strung out for everyone to see. Including you. Yo-You saw and heard the news before I did and- and.." I wipe my face before I storm up to the crying Olsen. I swipe the tears slipping from the green orbs before fixing her hat on her head and throwing her sunglasses back onto her. She lets this happens as I continue talking with Elizabeth's hands in my own. I rub my hands over her knuckles as she watches my fingers intently. "And instead of being there for me, you decided to cut me loose, and I-I- I know. I know. I know. This act was a protection plan. It was what you thought was best for my Liz. But it killed me. You destroyed me."

I pull the crying woman in the LA Dodgers cap into my body as her cries become louder. I don't care what the people walking past us are thinking. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Y/N. Please don't. I'm sorry." These muffled phrases go on and on as the crying becomes quieter. My shirt is dripping wet on my chest, but I don't care.

My arms are starting to become heavy as we hold each other for longer and longer. But I refuse to let go, knowing Liz won't let go. She has me again in her arms; I'm not leaving as far as I'm concerned. Even though her phone has gone off, again and again, she keeps a tight grip on me. It's only when I see the amount of paparazzi outside the airport doors I see why her phone has been blowing up. If I had to guess, it's Rhonda or Marla or both asking Liz where she is and why isn't she home. I'm not even sure how much time has passed by.

Liz POV

What do I do or say now?

Y/N just spoke to me, like she actually spoke to me and told me how I ripped her heart out and the things I should have done differently. B-But she's still here. She didn't leave the second she saw me. She didn't yank herself away from me and walk out those LAX doors.

I'm the first one to move from the hug. I don't want to, but between my phone blowing up and my thoughts running wild, I need to do something.

When we finally become untwined, I instantly feel shut off and cold. I clear my throat feeling it sore from my crying, before speaking. "Y/N?" My heart has never hurt this much. Not with Robbie. Not with Boyd. Not with anyone else. With Y/N, everything is different.

"Yes?"

"I never wanted you to leave."

"I know Eli-Liz. I know."

I lift my right hand to her cheek as comfort, and so she can look at me as I ask. "Can you stay?"

Y/N calmly grabs my hand and holds it down. Y/N's eyes look away from my own. I follow where she looks, but she is consistently moving them around.

Y/N POV

As much as I would love to be back to what we were all those weeks ago. I can't. It's gone. I still need time. But one thing is for sure.

I want to be with her again. Not right now, but I will.

"Liz."

"Y/N?" Liz takes a step closer to me, and that's when I do something I greatly missed.

I push my body into her. I place my hands on her cheeks and pull her head up into me. Our lips gently colliding with one another. Those soft lips of hers make me explode on the inside. This intimate touch between us is everything. I feel Liz's lips part asking for more, but I don't give in. As much as I want to moan into Liz, I can't. Because once we come up for air, I'm leaving.

Liz POV

I knew I missed Y/N's lips, but I didn't think I'd crave and melt like this once I felt them again. But here I am, begging for this to become something more. I want her lips to stay on mine. I want to take her home. I want to show her off to the world. She is mine. This kiss proves to me that we can work. Right? This intimate touch between us is everything.

However, within a matter of seconds, I'm second-guessing everything as Y/N's lips leave my own I'm worried that I'm going to open my eyes to see her back walking away.

But to my surprise, when I open them, she's looking down at me with a smile. I feel myself smile back. Her smile flattens as she opens her mouth.

"I-I'm going to be honest with you, Liz." I nod, giving Y/N all the time in the world. "I want nothing more than for the two of us to go back to what we were."

I let out a quiet sigh and squeeze Y/N's hand even harder.

"But we can't." I bite my lip and nod once more. I want a chance to speak, but I want all of the thoughts from the woman across from me to come out first. "The night we..." Y/N takes a deep breath. "The night you ended it. I stared into the midnight sky, wondering if you were doing the same. Memories of you and I rushed into my brain, and it made everything I did after that so much harder, but it needed to be done so that moments like the one we're having right now can mean more. You mean so much to me. Elizabeth Chase Olsen. Because even though I lost you, I should've known that I didn't." Y/N takes a pause giving my hand a squeeze. "I feel you no matter what." Y/N drops my hand and pulls my face up into hers again.

This time the kiss between us is filled with so much more emotion than the last. If I thought fireworks went off the last time, this go around puts it to shame. This kiss is filled with all the love that I thought was gone between us. When her lips move away from mine, I quickly wrap myself around Y/N, burying my head into her shoulder.

"I feel you, Liz."

"I feel you, Y/N."

Y/N pulls herself away again.

"I need more time. I have a few things to take care of first, but trust me when I say you'll know when I'm ready. Okay?"

I stand still, processing what's she asking me.

"Do you think you could wait?"

Without another thought, I reply to My Coffee Girl.

"Of course, Y/N, I'll wait for you."

"Thank you, Liz." Is she joking? "No, Y/N." I pull her closer to me. "Thank you! I don't deserve the second chance you'll give me but thank you so much." We stare into the eyes of each other, and I see the honesty in hers that she sees in mine. Slowly my eyes start drifting down her face. Her nose. Her cheeks. Her lips. Once I see a smile plastered on Y/N's face, I lift my eyes back up.

"Can I?"

Y/N nods her head. I carefully lean up and lay a soft kiss on her lips. It doesn't last long, just the right about of time. I lean my head into her as I put air back into my lungs.

"I love you."

"I know."

I almost chuckle at her response, but for the moment, it's the right thing to say. "Will you be safe?" I ask because I'm scared to have her leave me.

"Yes."

I look at her, and I see that she's not lying. "Y/N?" "Liz?" She keeps her gaze on me.

Y/N POV

I know what Liz is going to ask. I also know that she is looking for anything false in my eyes, but she won't find anything. It's not that I'm a good liar; it's different.

"Why are you in California?"

"I'm here to see some friends," I reply in the same manner the question was asked. Liz's smile drifts a bit as my words reach her. "You have friends here?" I nod. "Maxs brother James lives here. I'm going to see him and Max's family for a little bit."

"Oh." She says like it's a realization that, yes, I have friends, and yes, I'm not here for her. "How long?"

"How long will I be here?" I ask for clarification.

She nods into my chest. "I'm not sure." Honestly, I don't know.

Liz exits our small embrace and runs her hands down my arms until they land on my forearms. "Y/N. Please don't leave without letting me know." I go to open my mouth but get stopped. "I know this is a selfish ask, and I'm going to give you time until you're ready, but I don't think I could handle you leaving without knowing." I nod along to her words.

"I understand, Liz. I'll keep you updated." She looks up at me with a wide grin. Almost surprised. "Really?" I smile back. "Yes. And who knows..." I grab Liz's hands and put them in my own. "Maybe before I'm fully ready, I could see you?" I ask with uncertainty in my voice.

"Only if you would want that." The girl in the blue hat shyly says. I think about it a little more. "I would want that." Liz smiles and almost hops around before quickly realizing where we are. "It's a date." Suddenly that word causes the both of us to stop. "Uhh- I mean- not a date- like"

In order to stop the malfunctioning Olsen, I place a quick kiss on her forehead and pull her into a quick hug. "Like a date," I whisper into the top of her head.

At this moment, everything feels more than okay, and I don't think Liz meant for me to hear it, but a quiet "thank you" was spoken into my shoulder.

Max was right Elizabeth could get anyone to like her. Including her own ex. But I don't just like her.

I never stopped loving her.

Liz POV

Our hug didn't last much longer, and between my phone going off many times more and people starting to recognize me, it was time to go.

Y/N and I walked together to the doors until she had to stop and let me go on my own. Her being in the press with me would only add fire to a story that took weeks to be put out.

She made sure that I had security waiting for me and that my ride was out front. Once Y/N confirmed that, she gave me one more final kiss away from the windows and told me we'd be in contact soon.

Soon can't come quick enough, and I still can't believe that she is back in my life.

With my head held high and Y/N's guitar back in my hands, I walk out of the airport with security around me.

And before you ask. I tried making Y/N take her guitar back with her, but she told me that I should keep it and do what I was going to do with it before. She didn't even blink when I mentioned that I was going to go to Robbie with it.

"Elizabeth! What are you doing back in LA?!"

"Do you expect an Emmy nomination later this month?!"

"Are the rumors true?! Are you and Robbie Arnett back together?!"

"Whatever happened with Y/N Y/L/N?!"

"Come on, give us a smile, darling!"

Reporters won't stop shouting at me as these big guys around me keep ensuring I don't get harassed much longer. With a couple more steps and an exhausted look, I'm planted into the black SUV, waiting with all luggage in the boot.

"About time, don't you think?" Rhonda and Marla both look less than thrilled to see me finally. In their defense, I was supposed to be in this car over an hour ago.

Y/N POV

Watching Liz get shouted at and bombarded by flashes made my blood boil. Especially the asshole that asked for a smile. I watched him a little longer than the others, and let me tell you, whatever you think he looks like, he looks like that.

Her SUV took a little bit to get out of its spot and start driving away, but once it did, I started feeling better about finally stepping foot outside.

The paparazzi have all moved away and down a terminal. Apparently, they got word that a pop star was flying in and needed to get a good photo. Whatever.

I feel my phone buzz, half expecting a text from Liz, but when I see it's from James, that makes more sense. "Finally! Keep walking to the left. Black Honda." I look up from my phone and begin my search.

It doesn't take much longer, and it becomes easier when a tall man begins running at me. On any other day, this would be terrifying, but today I welcome it. "James!" I shout as we make contact, and he pulls me into a brotherly hug. "It's about time! You're lucky I was late!"

"You have no idea."

"So flight was okay?" He asks before taking my bags from me and placing them into the backseat. "Yeah, it was alright. I'm feeling much better than I was earlier."

"Did you tell Max you're here?" I nod. "Yeah, I had some time earlier."

"Awesome." James and I buckle, and it takes a bit of time before some cars let us go, but we're finally able to get on the road. "Traffic is going to be a bitch, but you made it," James says as he bumps my shoulder.

Liz POV

It wasn't long until I was ushered into a chair for a quick hair and makeup touch-up. According to my agent, I was scheduled to have an interview with People Magazine over 45 minutes ago, but my team was able to spin it in my favor, and now the interview is happening in 10 minutes.

Hence why I'm thrown into a collapsible chair with people touching my face and hair left and right. This is what I get for lighting a fire under Marla and Rhonda. Oh, and where is this interview taking place? Conference room of my agent's office. Yeah, nothing fancy or special this time. But that's not what I'm here for. I'm here today so people can know the real me.

Like a bat out of hell, Marla comes bursting into the office looking stressed. "Okay. I gave the interviewer a rundown of some questions we'd like to be asked about, but I couldn't get them to budge on some, so if it gets too much or too personal, pull the plug. Okay?"

"Okay? What questions won't they budge on?" I'm inquisitive because, most of the time, the people I do interviews with are easygoing. That's what made the promo tour for Ingrid Goes West so fun.

"Some stuff about Robbie and Y/N." I lean back into my chair as my face finishes up. "Hmm. Okay. I'll pull the plug if I need to." "Good. And Lizzie." I turn my attention back to Marla. "I'm sorry for what happened with the two of you."

I give a sympathetic smile and shrug. What's done is done. "3 minutes." A PA announces before quickly exiting. "How do I look?" I turn, asking everyone in the room.

I stand up to shake the hand of a happy-go-lucky-looking woman. She appears to be about Y/N's age, but from the ring on her left hand, I'd guess older. She is sporting a pride flag pin on her sport coat. I look around the room, and Rhonda seems a little more nervous than People Magazine sent this lady. I believe it's clear they sent this woman for a reason. Rhonda informed me that Variety almost got the spot but had to drop out at the last minute. Understandable.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss. Olsen. My wife and I love you and your work." She says, a little shy, and offers a kind smile that I return. Okay, so far, so good.

"Well, thank you very much, and it's nice to meet you, Ms...?"

"Ms. Harper Anderson-Raeside." I smile at the name. "That's a beautiful name. Thank you so much for doing this at the last minute." Harper nods her head and takes a seat across from me. She pulls out her phone and opens her recording app. I chose not to do a filmed interview because that wouldn't be ready for a couple of days, and doing it this way makes sure the article gets posted tomorrow.

"Now, I'm not going to lie, Miss. Olsen, because of the nature of this interview and the questions your publicist provided, there may be some questions from People Magazines will be tough to answer. I'm only letting you know because of the amount of respect I have for you." Harper then leans in a bit. "I made sure to include some softball questions as well," Harper says with a chuckle before leaning back into her chair.

I'm a little taken aback by the nature of which she speaks so freely. "Thank you, Harper." I kindly retort as I start to fiddle with my hands. Harper seems to notice but doesn't speak about it.

"Let's get started, shall we?" I nod along and give a wide smile.

"For People Magazine, I am Harper Anderson-Raeside, she/her and today I am joined by the fabulous Elizabeth Chase Olsen, best known for her complex character Wanda Maximoff in the Marvel Cinematic Universe as well as staring in thrillers and dramas such as Silent House and Ingrid Goes West. Elizabeth before we dive straight in. How are you?"

"I'm doing well. I actually came here straight from the airport, and you know how Los Angeles traffic is, so I am once again sorry for the delay."

"That's quite alright-"

"Oh, sorry, before I forget, I'd like to give a special hello to Geneva. Without meeting her earlier today, this interview wouldn't be happening."

"Oh wow! Well, thank you, Geneva."

Harper smiles at me before flipping over her notebook. I'm noticing for the first time. Facing me is a list of questions. I nod to her as she shows me how this is going to go.

"Now I know you recently wrapped on the Doctor Strange sequel. I won't ask for spoilers, so don't worry-" I start laughing because I still don't know half of the things that happen in the movie. "But do you have anything lined up after?"

"Umm, I'm not sure how much I'm allowed to say, but yes, I do." Harper smiles at me, seemingly accepting the answer.

"Now, to jump back a bit. Your performance as Wanda Maximoff earlier this year in the MCU's first show WandaVision has been critically acclaimed. With Emmy Nominations arriving later this month, are you anticipating a nod?"

I shake my head at her words because, no, I don't. "Uhh. Not really. I don't think anyone expects to get nominated when they do a Marvel project. But I will say acting against Paul Bettany daily while he was blue or purple was always something. Especially when I have to touch or kiss him for scenes because the paint gets all over me." I say with a fake disgusted look that causes Harper to smile.

Safe to say the interview is off to a better start than I was expecting.

After a load of soft questions and personal ones from Harper herself, she fidgets in her seat and gives a brief look to Rhonda before nodding to me. Okay, here we go.

"Now, to switch gears a little bit, a couple of weeks ago, a story broke about someone very close to you. And I say the word story very lightly. Could you, by chance, comment or give more details about what happened?"

"Yes." I clear my throat and pull myself up. "That person you're talking about was doxed and had private phone calls, pictures, and videos of them at work leaked by a co-worker. Before you ask, legal action has been taken, and the case, as far as I know, is closing soon."

"I'm very sorry that happened to them and you as well."

I offer a tight smile. Harper notices my discomfort and reads whatever is written in her notebook.

"And this close person to you was Y/N Y/L/N is that correct?"

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. "Yes."

"Who were they to you?"

"They were my- my uh- girlfriend." I stop and turn to Rhonda, who motions her hands, telling me to keep going. I turn back to Harper, who gives me a gentle smile. "Yes. They were my girlfriend. That kinda feels like a relief to say out loud." I didn't expect this weight to be lifted off my chest, but I felt it. "We had been dating for about a month prior, and Harper-" I lean a little bit closer to her. "I'd like to take this time to address certain people." Harper gives me a thumbs-up as I take a deep breath. "I know this may seem like such an impossible task to some out there, but who I choose to surround myself with or who I choose to love is not up for public debate. It is not healthy or kind to criticize them. If you love me, you should love them as well. The day the news broke, Y/N Y/L/N had disgusted, and horrible things said about them. Things I could not protect them from. It hurt me to see someone who gives off such a strong presence crumble under the words and actions of horrific people." I stop talking as the words coming out of my mouth finally stop. I feel like I have more to say, but I can't find the exact way to phrase them. Luckily Harper helps me.

She reached over and picks up her phone. Stopping the recording.

"Thank you, Elizabeth. If you would like to stop, we can."

I shake my head while giving a tiny laugh. "How many more questions do you have?"

"Not many."

"Okay."

Harper nods her head and starts the recording on her phone again.

"Now I agree with what you just said. I love how protective and strong you are. I can feel it in the words surrounding Y/N Y/L/N. Now is it possible you felt that way because, on that day, you were also outed as well?"

I bite the inside of my lip as I hadn't given it much thought. "I think that's a possibility. But that day, my mind immediately went to trying to do what was best for Y/N. I wish I could say I did that, but truth be told, I didn't."

I can see Harper fighting with herself to ask this next question. It must be the ones People Magazine ordered her to ask.

"Now, since then, you hadn't publicly confirmed your relationship. However, Robbie Arnett's team did release a statement not too long after saying that you and him had broken up prior to your relationship with Y/N."

"Yes, and to everyone who cares, Robbie and I are still friends."

"That's good to know... A few weeks before that horrible event happened, the two of you had been photographed together, and yet since there hasn't been one picture of you two together. Are you still with Y/N Y/L/N?"

Yes and no? I'm waiting for her, and she wants to be with me, but there's not really a label for that sort of thing. "N-no, we are no longer together." I shuffle in my chair and clear my throat. This is all an effort to get rid of the emotions building up.

Harper looks stunned to hear my answer.

"Oh-h, I'm genuinely sorry to hear that. You two looked adorable together."

For a moment, Harper let her professionalism slip, and I think that's when Rhonda and her decided to wind down the interview.

"Okay, before we part, is there anything you want to say to any fans of yours that might read this?"

"Yes. I would first like to say thank you to all that have supported me over the years. It means more to me than you will ever know. To any fans that I gain or lose because of my change in who I choose to love, I want to say thank you for letting me be me, and I hope that I can make you happy." I take a deep breath. "My name is Elizabeth Chase Olsen, and today I had the support and strength to come out and join a wonderful community. I want everyone that reads this to know that it's never too late for anyone. Thank you."

"No, thank you, Elizabeth."

Harper reaches over and grabs her phone as I wipe my eyes before looking at Harper's, seeing that her professionalism is out the window as her eyes begin to tear up.

"For real, Elizabeth. Thank you. In today's world, it may feel like we have support everywhere we look, and that people can be with whoever they want, but that's not always the case. I know that someone out there will read this come tomorrow or the next day and feel the support I wish I had gotten when I was younger."

Harper lets more than a few tears fall from her face. "Can I hug you?" This is a first. I nod as the two of us get up from our seats, and even though Harper isn't just being an interviewer right now, she still gives me a professional hug. She tries to leave, but I pull her closer, knowing she needs it.

"My wife is going to be so jealous when I tell her later on." This moment changed as I let out a laugh I needed all day.

Y/N POV

"Hey, wake up!"

I lift my head from another nap and instantly groan at the stiffness stuck in my neck. Jesus, is this what getting older is like? Neck pain? I turn to my left and see James with my bags already in his hand. I looked around, and nothing looked like the pictures Max showed me. I thought we were going to their parents' new house.

I make my way out of the car and join James in front of some condo complex.

"Where are we?" I ask to make sure I'm not being kidnapped.

"My place," James answers as if this isn't an issue. I follow him as he continues walking to a door that I presume is his place. "Why? I thought I was going to your parents?"

"Oh, you will. Just later. We're meeting them for dinner anyways. Plus, I kind of thought you'd want to stay here. It's closer to where you're going to be going anyways."

I give a look before it dawns upon me. Of course, Max told him the real reason I came to LA. "Thanks," I say as James finally opens the door. It's a reasonably decent size compared to just about everything in New York. Two bedroom. Living room. Kitchen. It's got it all. "No problem. Plus, it's not like I'm going to be around much."

"What do you mean?" I ask as I follow James to the guest bedroom, where he plops my things. Also, hell yeah! A bed! An actual bed, not an air mattress.

"I'll be giving you privacy, and I'll be at Andreas most of the time." Whos?? "By the look on your face, I can tell Max told you nothing about her." I shake my head. "She's the reason I moved back out here."

"Why is this the first I'm hearing about her?" I ask as I subconsciously begin to unpack. "Like I said, I thought Max told you about her, but then again, Max and her didn't get along for some reason. But they're cool now. Or I should say civil." James says with a shrug.

"How long have the two of you been together?"

"Two months. But off and on for years." Suddenly that makes sense why he showed up in New York. He wanted to talk to Max about Andrea and moving back to California.

"Is she the one?" I ask, putting my empty suitcase on the floor. I watch as James nods his head. "She always has been."

"Then good for you." I walk up to James and pull him into a hug. "Thanks for doing all of this for me." I motion to the bedroom. "It's no problem. Just remember me when you're big time." I roll my eyes. "When are you meeting with Robbie?"

"Tomorrow. What times dinner?" I see a smirk form on James' face as I switch conversations. "We got reservations for 7. Nothing fancy, by the way."

"Great." I certainly didn't pack anything remotely classy. "Will Andrea be there?"

"She will. Please, no embarrassing stories. She already has gotten that from my mom and dad enough." James pleads, but any time to embarrass him, I'll take.

"I promise." No, I don't.

"Thank you." He breathes a sigh of relief. "We got some time to kill before dinner. Want to do anything or just relax?"

"I'm going to make some calls and relax for a bit if that's cool?"

James nods his head. "No problem. I'll be out in the living room." James leaves the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

I throw myself onto the softest bed known to humankind. Well, the most peaceful bed known to me over the last month. I pull my phone out of my pocket and decide to shoot a text to Robbie.

"Made it to James place with a slight change of plans. Still on for tomorrow?"

I internally debate telling Robbie about bumping into Liz. Ultimately I decide against it.

My phone buzzes in my hand with a text back. "Sounds good 👍🏼 Meet here at 1? (Address attached)"

I smile down at the text before my phone buzzes again—this time, I find myself receiving a text from Liz.

"I'm sorry if this is weird to say, but I'm thinking about you and what happened earlier. I can't wait to see you again... I just got done doing an interview. Before you panic, it's about me coming out. They asked questions about you, but I made sure they were respectful. I mentioned how we were no longer together.. I can make sure they omit any part of the interview if you want?"

I can almost laugh at the sight I'm picturing in my mind. I can see Elizabeth nervous as hell typing out that text, almost biting her nails but scolding herself because it's an awful habit. She really is trying to make sure that I'm happy with her and what she's doing. I wish she would've talked to me about it before, but maybe she was going to, and then the airport happened? I don't know.

I read over the text before coming up with what to say. "Thank you for telling me. Keep everything. I can't wait to read it. I can't wait to see you."

Liz POV

After the interview and texts with Y/N, I found myself alone in the SUV on the way to a place I missed—my mom's. I haven't talked to her since she called me to address the rumors about a so-called person named Y/N Y/L/N. So before the interview goes live tomorrow, I want to talk to my mom and air it all out, and judging by the additional cars in the driveway, it looks like she's not the only one home.

As the SUV stops, I thank the driver as he hops out to grab all my luggage. Yes, the guitar is still with me. "I can take it from here," I say as I gather everything up, allowing the man to leave. I'm not trying to be rude. I just don't like anyone seeing my mom and her place longer than they need to.

I begin my careful walk to the front door as I hear the engine of the SUV gets quieter behind me.

"Oh my God, Lizzie!" I look up from the driveway to see my older brother Trent exiting the house and rushing toward me. "What are you doing here?!" He asks before wrapping me up into a hug.

"Me? What about you? Shouldn't you be off somewhere posting about your love life?" Trent pulls back and places a hand on his heart. "And to think I was excited to see my favorite sister." I playfully roll my eyes as Trent helps me with my luggage.

"For real, what are you doing here? And with a guitar? Wait, is this Robbie's? Did you kil-"

"Trent, please. One question at a time." I let a bag drop from my arm once we make it inside the house. Trent closes the big front door behind us. "Okay. Why are you here?"

"I missed mom well and you, but mostly for mom." I beam at him in the most annoying sister way as possible. Trent scoffs. "Well, she's in the kitchen. Knock yourself out." Trent walks away and retreats to the living room. Before I head to the kitchen, I take a quick look to see if anyone else is around, but I don't see anything.

I make sure my footsteps are loud as I round the corner to my mom's kitchen. My mom is in the middle of laying flour out onto her kitchen counter. I quickly scan over the food and ingredients around her. It looks like homemade pasta is on the menu tonight. As I get closer, my mom breaks her concentration and looks up to me.

"Is that my Lizard?!" In an instant, she's making her way over to me, hugging and kissing me like I went off to war. But it's nice. It's been months and months since I last saw her, so at this moment, I don't care if flour gets all over my clothes. The hug from my mom is more important.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would've gotten the house more presentable. I would've changed. I wouldn't have started this damn pasta." My mom continues her rambling despite my numerous interruptions for her to stop. It isn't until I walk over and begin rolling the pasta dough that she becomes quiet.

"Now honey, stop that. You're going to mess it all up."

If you want my mom to stop whatever it is she's doing. Start doing something she thinks she can do better. "I'm just helping," I say, knowing she'd shoo me out of the way.

"If you want to help, you better start talking, young lady. Why aren't you in New York? Why didn't you call?" My mom briefly looks up at me before going back to her dough. "I raised you into a strong, smart, independent woman, but I'm your mother. I'm still allowed to worry about my Lizard."

"I know, mom. I'm sorry. I should've called, but it slipped my mind. I've had a lot going on. Especially today." I rub my head as the emotions of the entire day have exhausted me.

"What happened today?" I stop in front of the fridge and close my eyes. Shit. How am I going to do this? How does anyone do this? I mean, my mom knows me well enough. Right? It shouldn't be a surprise. I mean, like, more than half of my fans think I've always been-

"Lizzie?" I open the door and grab a water bottle before turning to face my mom. "I had an interview." My mom smiles at that. "Oh, with who? Was it about your show?"

"People and-"

"People Magazine?" My mom looks at me, confused. "Yes." I quickly reply as I take a swig of water. "Hmm." That is all my mom says before going back to her pasta dough. "Why not Variety or Entertainment Weekly?"

"Because this wasn't for a show or project." The confidence inside of me slowly building. "So this was a personal interview?" My mom says, refusing to look up at me. This isn't a good sign.

"Yes." My one hand is gripping the water bottle I have for dear life while my other hand is resting on the kitchen counter. "Was the interview about you and Robbie?"

"No."

I watch as my mom's hands slowly lift themselves away from the dough. She turns her back to me and walks her way over to the sink. "So this was about Y/N?"

"Yes," I reply before the sound of a running sink fills the silence in the air the whole time she washes her hands. "You shouldn't be wasting water?" I mumble, earning no response from my mother.

"Lizzie?" My mom turns off the sink and turns herself back to me as she dries her hands. "Who is she? Was she just a friend?" She almost sounds annoyed.

"Y/N?" I ask, unclear if my mom is talking about what I think she's talking about. My mother nods her head. "She's..."

This is harder than I thought it would be.

"Oh, my Lizard." I look up to see my mom watching me struggle. She starts making her way past her pasta and to me. "Talk to me." I keep a tight hold on the water bottle as my mother moves closer.

"She was more than a friend."

My mom quietly places her hands on my arms and begins rubbing them up and down. But she doesn't say anything. I look into her eyes, but they seem to be lost in thought.

"Are you mad?"

My mom looks over to me like I'm crazy. "Why would I be mad?" I shrug as I prevent my eyes from doing what I've done all day. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared. Plus, everything with her and I happened so quickly. I didn't want to hurt anyone else..." I let the water bottle from my hand slip as I get pulled into a hug.

"Who you choose to be with could never hurt me unless they hurt you." My mom pulls back and makes sure my face looks at hers. "I'm not upset at the person you have grown into being. I'm upset that you felt like you couldn't tell me."

"I'm sorry." My mom raises her hand. "Don't do that. Okay?"

I nod and let my mother pull me into a hug.

"I love you, Lizard."

"I love you, mom."

"I love you both!"

My mom and I look over to see my annoying older brother standing in the entryway to the kitchen. "What are we talking about?" I roll my eyes and glance at my mom, unsure what to say.

"We-"

"Nothing important, dear. Lizzie was just telling me about New York." My mom looks at me with a knowing look. "How about the two of you get out of here and leave me to make dinner."

"Mom, are you-"

She raises her hand up to me.

"Come on, Sis, you heard her!"

Next thing I know, Trent has his arm wrapped around me, pulling me out of the kitchen. It's not until we're in the living room that he catches me by surprise and pulls me into a hug.

"I heard enough to know. I'm proud of you." Trent has his moments. This is one of them.

"Thank you." I feel the squeeze get tighter until he releases me.

"Plus, I kinda knew." I look at him, confused. "What do you mean?" "I've seen the interviews with Aubrey Plaza." I roll my eyes. "You're an asshole." See what I mean—moment ruined even if he wasn't 100% wrong.

"Lizzie?" I look at Trent, who has a puzzled look. "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" Oh shit, he was still talking? I shake my head. "Does anyone else know?"

"The twins, Scar and her family. Robbie. Y/N's family and friends. Aubrey." I said that name last with a bit of vinegar in my voice.

"Not Dad, Jake, and Courtney?" I shake my head. "I get it. We know how he is." Honestly, telling my Dad hasn't been on my mind a lot, but Trent saying that sure makes some alarms go off in my head. Before, I was just worried about the world, and Y/N was not really focused on the people closest to us. I assumed they would be okay with it no matter what. But if today proved anything, it's that telling the closest people to you can be the most nerve-wracking.

"Thanks," I mumble as we sit and try to pay attention to whatever garbage Trent is watching. Well, I'm trying to focus on this show, but Trent is too busy asking me about Y/N. "Are you still together?" I go to open my mouth, but the doorbell ringing catches me off guard.

"Oh, that's them!" Trent says with a certain excitement in his voice as he races to the door. "Who?!" I tell after him but by the attentional voices entering the house. I know exactly who it is.

"Lizzie?!"

God damn it.

Y/N POV

A knock startles me from my phone, causing it to slip and fall onto my face. I hold in the pain and effort to yell by wrapping my hands around my nose. Fuck.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?" I call out, a little annoyed at James. "I'm about to hop in the shower and start to get ready for dinner if you want to go first."

Shit, how long have I been in the room? "You go first. You'll be quicker anyways."

"Alright." I hear James footsteps get quieter as I rub my nose. I don't believe it's broken or anything, but man, it still hurts.

Once I'm done touching my face, I stand up and start to go over what to wear tonight. James said it wasn't anywhere fancy, but it's still California, and it's with his family, who I've met only a couple of times, so I should try and make a good impression.

I sit on the bed as I stare into the closet. Liz was always good at picking out what I should wear.

I could call a particular fashion designer-

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I look over at my phone, and I'm a little surprised to see who it's from. But what's even more surprising is the picture they sent. It's a picture of Liz and me from the airport. But it's not a paparazzi photo. It's from someone inside the airport. In the photo, you can clearly see me, but you wouldn't know that the other person with me is Elizabeth unless you know what she looks like. Does that make sense?

Wait, are they here too?

I decide to call them back, and it only takes one ring until they answer.

"So, are you back together?"

Part 28

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Three Weeks

Part 26 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~6K

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Liz POV

It's been three weeks since Y/N left. Three weeks since I've spoken to my sister Mary-Kate and three weeks since speaking to Y/N's mother. I wish I could say that all of this was easy or made better due to the fact that I'm actively trying to live a life that doesn't involve me missing Y/N, but it sucks.

This is one of the hardest things I've had to do.

But here I am, waking up in my bedroom alone and sad, for you guessed it, the third week in a row. I think I've slowly morphed into my Character Leigh Shaw. That's who I am now.

A cold, depressed bitch missing her love and looking for answers.

Anywho, I did some of the cliche break-up things you're supposed to do! I cried while watching Rom-Coms and eating ice cream. I dyed my hair! Goodbye, dirty blonde, and hello, brunette Lizzie. I made sure to tell my friends that I was doing better when in reality, I was not.

Scarlett and Aubrey were quick to see through that shit.

That led to a very passive-aggressive forced lunch with a seven-month pregnant Scarlett and her daughter Rose who very sweetly had no clue what was going on. Colin was set to join, but I'm certain Scar made him stay home.

On the other hand, Aubrey called me out on everything once I spilled it all. But she wasn't as upset with me as other people had been. But she made sure that when I'm in LA that I stay with her since Robbie is still occupying our/my house. I told her that wouldn't be necessary since I have other friends and family to stay with but saying no to Aubrey is weirdly tricky.

Also, I took a page out of Y/N's book. Literally. I started writing. Okay, not like writing writing like Y/N but writing my thoughts and what I want to say the next to I see my Coffee Girl. I have a pile of envelopes ready to go. Each one is different but laced with love. They constantly stay in my purse. I'm afraid I'll lose them otherwise.

I know I haven't talked to her since, but.. this hasn't stopped me from trying. No calls, just texts every once in a while. Letting her know that I'm thinking about her and her safety. I know she's doing okay, thanks to certain people, but I can't wait to see that smile shine on her face whether I'm an inch away or thousands of miles.

I yawn and get the sleep out of my eyes before making my way into the kitchen. I haven't been eating the best or a lot lately, so maybe making a big breakfast will help today. It didn't help last week, but I can try again.

Waffles. Eggs. Cut up fresh fruit from my rooftop garden.

This is what I ended up making, and to my surprise and delight, I ended up eating a good majority of it. I compost what I don't eat because I'm not sure when I'm returning.

Oh, did I not mention? I'm flying to Los Angeles today.

I still have a couple of hours until my flight, and I packed last night, so I might as well water and say goodbye to my plants before making one final trip to Y/N's apartment.

Y/N POV

Today of all days, I have to wake up feeling like I got hit by a train.

Everything hurts. My head is pounding like a hammer. My nose is stuffed but also running. Every time I try to clear my throat, it feels like tiny needles are being dragged down my esophagus. This is awful. I knew something was happening, but I blamed it on allergies. I should've known when Nick said, "it's just a cough," he was lying. It's never just a cough. If he wasn't one of the nicest men I've ever met, I'd be so pissed at him.

Speaking of Nick. Since the last time he confided in me that he has feelings for my mom, nothing has changed. My mom knows but doesn't want to pursue a relationship. I understand her completely. I'm not saying I want to see her and Nick be together, especially since no one can replace Davey.

I know Nick wouldn't be, but that doesn't make it easier. But my mom and him have a perfect friendship right now. At the drop of a hat, they're there for each other. Wait-

What's that ringing?

I turn my head as I get pulled from my thoughts. I reach over and answer my phone with a scratchy throat.

"Hello?"

"Pumpkin? Are you alright? You sound terrible." Thanks, mom.

"I think Nick got me sick." My mom groans into the phone. "I told him to rest and that we'd have dinner together next time you visit, but no, he had to make a home-cooked meal for you."

That's sweet. I smile through the pain as she continues her rant. "He's just like your father at times, I swear." My mom laughs at her own words. I don't think she fully realized she just compared Nick to Davey, but I let it slide.

"Yeah.. so why'd you call mom?"

"Just wanted to make sure you'd be up and ready for today." I pull my phone away and see I still have a couple of hours until my flight.

Oh, did I not mention? I'm flying to Los Angeles today.

"Yeah, I packed last night. Remember one big suitcase." I try to stifle a groan as I sit up. But my sickness and back have other plans for me. If one thing is for sure, I can't wait to never sleep on an air mattress again.

"Oh, that's right! I'm sorry I can't see you off."

I roll my eyes, knowing how busy my mom is and that no matter what she says, she wants to keep me here. She practically didn't let me go last night after dinner.

"I know, mom. It's alright."

"Whose picking you up from the airport?" Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell my mom. "James. Max's brother."

My mom accepts the answer and starts telling me about how her morning has been so far while I fumble my way into the bathroom and begin searching through every drawer, looking for cold & flu medicine.

"What's that racket?"

Apparently, I was not as quiet as I thought. "Where's the medicine? I searched everywhere." I ask through a cough.

"Bottom drawer. Behind the green bag." I search precisely where my mom said, and she was exactly right. How do mothers do that? "Be sure to take some ibuprofen two hours from now as well."

"Okay, mom." I throw back the pills before scooping some water from the tap into my hand, drinking like a sick animal.

"Be sure to eat something too." My mom adds, but all I want to do is curl up on the couch and die. "Mom, I'm no-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence Y/N Y/L/N."

"Yes, ma'am." Great, now I'm in the kitchen.

"Oh, before I let you go, dear, what are your plans for your birthday?" Oh shit. My birthday is coming up. "No plans," I say, closing the fridge door with a shrug earning a sigh from my mom on the other end.

"Okay, let me know if you want to come back home for that."

I doubt it.

"Okay, mom. I'll keep you posted."

"Thank you, Y/N. Now I love you. Be sure to eat something and text me once you're on your way to the airport." I nod my head. "I will, mom. I love you too. Okay. Bye."

I end the call and throw my body onto the couch. I try to fight it, but before I know it, my eyes close, and I'm asleep.

Liz POV

They fixed the elevator.

The moving steel box's doors slide open as I reach my designated floor. Y/N's floor. With an envelope in one hand and her key in the other, I make my way to the door. I know she's not here. But a part of me still hopes I'll be in for a surprise when this door swings open.

And she's not here. In fact, the place is almost in the exact same position it was when I left it. Except it looks cleaner? Wait? Has someone been here? I take a couple of steps into the place and do what you're not supposed to do in every horror movie ever. "Hello?" I call into the quiet apartment.

I get no response.

Not fully trusting this situation, I close the door behind me and quickly search the place. It isn't until I find myself in Y/N's kitchen that I find a note stuck onto the fridge.

Hey Oslen,

Knowing you, you'll be back to Y/N's place more than once. But just in case I was wrong (I'm not), I went ahead and cleaned out her refrigerator and tidied up the place. You never know when she might come back, right? Plus, we can't have the place smelling like an old, run-down dumpster.

Anyways I'm sorry I haven't reached back out to you. But I'm happy to know that it looks like Y/N's case is finally on track to be over. Perks of having one of the hottest and best lawyers. ;)

Text me when you see this. And as far as I know. She's safe.

With care, Max

I fold up the piece of paper and place it into my back pocket but not before shooting a text to Max, letting her know that I saw her message and that I'm happy she's safe.

Reminding myself that I have my own piece of myself to share with Y/N. I take the envelope in my hand and walk it over to the coffee table. I hope she sees it. Maybe not tomorrow but some day.

After combing over the living room, I make my way into Y/N's bedroom. Knowing that there's not a murder in the building, I can actually look around to see the improvements Max made. Like for example, not more shirts on the floor. Instead, most of them are folded up on the bed or tossed onto hangers.

My hand immediately gravitated to one of the most recent pairs of shirts she wore. Yes, the pink-fonted Elizabeth Olsen picture collage shirt. I unfold the shirt and bring it up to my face. It still smells like her, but it's not as strong... I have to stop the pout from forming on my face. I've done it like crazy lately. I look back down at the shirt and start to get lost in a train of thought. Without another second, I find a small duffel bag and begin filling it with some shirts knowing that if I wear them out, I'll get seen. And if I get caught, they'll be posted everywhere. Everywhere- for one's woman's eyes to see.

"How did you get more bags?" My driver Mr. Bronson jokes as he takes them from me to place into the truck with my other luggage. "Technically, the one is a guitar case." This earns a sarcastic oooh from him.

I felt a little.. weird taking Y/N's old guitar, but it feels right at the same time. Plus, I keep remembering the texts Sam showed me from Y/N.

If you don't hear from me in the next couple of weeks, just know that I'm fine. Feel free to come to my place tomorrow. (Address) Take what you want.

Also, I don't want this guitar of hers to become lost or thrown out by mistake, and I've been itching to relearn to play.

"Ready?" Mr. Bronson pulls me from my thoughts. I quickly nod as the car slowly pulls away from the curb. I take one final look behind me to see Y/N's place become smaller.

Y/N POV

"Okay what about this." (Video attached)

That's more what I'm thinking.. but faster and don't be afraid to make it more Appalachian.

Y/N It's your song why don't you just record it.

Robbie, first off it's our song and I don't exactly have my guitar with me.. also the lyric is "I only want to be in the passing lane" Not "fastest lane."

Shit. You're right. This will be much easier when you're here.

Couple of hours. Thanks again. I know I've said it a million times but thank you

I should be the one thanking you. But fr stop it. We're helping each other. Also I'm just glad we're past the awkward stage. It's not everyday two exs become friends.(?)

Writing partners *

Writing partners

"Earth to Y/N."

I lift my head from my phone, confused, which wasn't the brightest idea. My head is still killing me. The pills are helping but not as much as I want them to. "What?" I ask whoever is begging for my attention as I close my eyes and rub my forehead.

"Just wanted to know if you needed any help with your bags. You okay?" A male voice speaks.

I pull my eyes over to the voice. It's Nick. He's standing in front of the now-closed front door. How long has he been here? Shit what time is it?

I quickly panic and look at the time displayed on my phone.

Whew. I still have some hours till my flight takes off. But that means we should be leaving soon. Airports are always an annoying hassle.

"Y/N?" Nick's voice is now softer as he sits down on the couch next to me. "You okay, kid?" I take a deep breath and try and clear my painful throat.

"Yeah."

I guess I didn't do a good enough job at the throat-clearing. Nick's face remains unchanged, but his eyes are filled with worry and guilt. He knows I'm sick. And he gave me his cold.

"Did you take medicine?" I gently nod, not wanting to hurt myself more.

"Anything you need?"

"I'm fine." Me saying that and looking "fine" are two different things, but I hate being sick, so dwelling on it makes it worse. Plus, Nick and I are becoming closer. In fact, anytime my mom was at work, and if he had time, we'd hang out. It didn't involve much. Sometimes it was just watching tv or grabbing lunch, but it formed this weird bond between us. Maybe I remind him of his late son, or perhaps he is just a good man. Or, who knows, maybe he's showing me he can be... something more. I don't know. What I do know is that I don't want him to be worrying about me right now. I got enough going on.

Nick looks at me uncertain but doesn't push it. "Are you all packed?"

"Yeah, I did it after dinner." Nick nods his head as he gets up to go to the kitchen. "Tea?" He asks without turning his back.

"Yes, please."

Liz POV

Paparazzi present as always.

They're lining up at the entrance to the airport, just alive and waiting. I guess word got around. I was showing up. I mean, it makes sense the paps would want a good photo of me. I've barely left my place the last couple of weeks so getting a picture of me "out of my cave" makes people go crazy.

"Mr. Bronson?" I ask while keeping my attention on the picture takers outside. "Could you help me with my bags?"

"Of course." I turn to see him already looking at me with a smile. "Hat and sunglasses on." He reminds me. "Ready?" I nod once I'm "disguised."

"Ready."

"Let's go." Mr. Bronson steps out of the car and opens the truck grabbing all my bags placing them on the floor before closing up the trunk. He comes around to my side of the vehicle and sets something next to the door. Before I can think about what it is, he opens the door reminding me to "keep your head down." I nod to him as he places the guitar case in my hand. "Might help." He adds.

It surprisingly works a little. As we walked by the paparazzi, far fewer pictures than usual were taken of me. The ones that knew who I was knew. The others, I think, were taking a gamble and thought I was some indie singer or something. Regardless. I'm here inside the busy airport, from one anxiety-filled thing to another.

Mr. Bronson left shortly once we made it inside. I thanked him profusely, which he, of course, shrugged off. All he told me was to "go get her." I guess he thinks I'm chasing after Y/N.

Speaking of...

I'm now sitting down, opening our very one-sided text conversation. I scroll back up to the last couple of texts she sent me. They make me smile. This was back before the ignored calls. Back before I screwed it up. Back before, I lost the one real thing I've ever known. I remember it.

"Excuse me?"

I quickly close and fumble to put my phone away at a quiet voice speaking to me. I look up through my sunglasses to see a girl. She must be 14 or so. How'd she get into this airport lounge? Doesn't she need to have a credit card and be a member or something? Oh God, is she lost?

I can feel my nerves begin to overtake me. Deep breaths, Lizzie.

"Excuse me?" The girl speaks to me again. Shit, I should probably say something.

"Hello." I give a smile as the girl's face lights up from me just speaking. "Oh my God, It's really you! I wasn't 100% sure. I was going to be mortified if it was someone else." I giggle, calming down a bit at the girl's tone and evident nervousness.

"What's your name?" The girl smiles again before it looks like she's trying to remember her own name. Oh gosh, seeing fans get like this makes me feel a little bad. I don't want them to get too stressed or nervous just from meeting another human being.

"Geneva."

I say the name back to myself internally before gesturing to the seat next to me since Geneva was just hunched over in front of me. "Are you sure?" She looks at me with such worry, but I motion again. "Please. It's okay." Geneva nods before taking the seat next to me. She looks like she wants to say a million things, but at the same time, she's too star-struck to do anything. I got time to kill, and I haven't really been talking to many people as of late, so I'll start.

"Geneva?" The girl turns to me- jaw dropped. "You said my name." I nod. "I did. Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything." She replies quicker than I would've hoped for.

"How'd you know it was me? And where did you see me from?"

Geneva points to her head. Leaving me a little confused. "Your cap." I lift my hand up to touch it. My LA Dodgers Cap? "It's like your calling card. You rep it more than any other celebrity. It's basically your own merch." She tells me with a smile. Huh, I mean, I guess I did buy Y/N her own cap for a reason.

I do wear it a lot, don't I?

"I literally bought one because of you. Oh, and I saw you from... over... there!" I follow where Geneva's finger is pointing. In the distance is an older man watching, waving at our interaction. So that's how she got in here. "That's my dad. I tried explaining who you were and why I was freaking out, but he didn't get it. I hope I'm not bothering you." Geneva quickly adds that last sentence in.

"Not at all. I was getting lost in my own world, so I'm happy you stepped over here." I tell her honestly. "Okay, good." Geneva appears to take a deep breath and relax a little after hearing that. I know that feeling all too well.

"So, where are you going?" I turn my body slightly towards Geneva, so she knows she has my attention.

"My dad and I are going to Oregon for a week."

"That should be fun." I instantly encourage the idea seeing that Geneva looks nervous. "I hope so. I don't like flying."

"That's okay." I go to say something else, but I see Geneva's wandering eyes look over my carry-on purse. "Where are you going?"

"Home." I point to my cap with a slight smile. Geneva slowly nods her head. "Filming?" I shake my head. "Not for a while."

"I loved WandaVision. I think it made Wanda my favorite." She mumbles that last part, but I heard her. "Oh?! Well, thank you, Geneva, but who was your favorite?"

"Bucky and Black Widow," Geneva replies, almost scared that she had another favorite before me. She knows I'm not the Scarlet Witch, right? I subtly laugh at her responses. "Those are cool characters. One is way cooler than the other."

"And hotter!" Geneva replies casually before realizing I'm not one of her teenage friends. She looks at me wide-eyed. "I-uh-I didn't- I'm sorry- don't tell Sca-" "It's okay. Your secrets are safe with me." Geneva still looks a little panicked, and it reminds me of the talks Y/N and I would have about her love of Black Widow.

I will say Geneva and Y/N are right. She is hot.

"Can I say something?" Geneva breaks the awkward yet comfortable silence that is building up in this loud airport. I gesture for her to keep going.

"I'm really sorry for how it happened, but knowing that one of my favorite superheroes or anti-hero or whatever you wanna call Wanda now was being played by someone who is a lot more like me than I thought was important."

This is a conversation that Marla and Rhonda told me that needed to happen. I have yet to publicly confirm that, yes, I am a part of a certain community now. All that's been said is that Robbie and I were no longer together and that I was seeing someone named Y/N Y/L/N—so hearing from a girl who can't even drive yet that I mean this much to her. It makes my heart warm up and break at the same time. I feel ecstatic that I can now be someone for people to look up to, but at the same time, I haven't done enough.

This needs to change.

I look over to Geneva.

"As I said, I'm sorry for how it happened, but you and your girlfriend look really cute together."

Girlfriend. I quickly use my acting skills and cover up and frown or look that suggests otherwise.

"Thank you very much, Geneva! Yes, we are cute, aren't we." I chuckle at the same time she does. "And I still look at Wanda as a hero, so you can too." I nudge Geneva.

Geneva looks down as her phone lights up. I didn't even realize she had it in her hands. "Oh, looks like we're about to board." Geneva looks up at me. "If it's not too much trouble, could I get a picture?" This child is so kind.

"Of course." I quickly take off my sunglasses as Geneva has the camera ready. I lean in close to Geneva, but not enough, so we're touching. "I won't take too many."

"I think a couple will be fine." I calmly but sternly tell her.

"Okay. One.. two.. three.. GAY!" My smile quickly morphs into a laugh that I cover worth my hand. I was not expecting the girl to say this. While laughing, another picture gets taken. "I can't believe I made Elizabeth Olsen laugh!" Geneva says a bit too loud for my liking reminding myself where we are.

It looks like we're done with the photos, so I quickly take the time to cover my face back up. "Thank you so much. Omg, this is the greatest thing I've ever taken."Geneva shows me, and it's a typical one, and then Geneva smiling as I'm dying of laughter. "I'm glad to be a part of it." In the distance, I see Geneva's dad making his way over here. I guess they're running a little late now.

"Thank you again! This means so much to me." I smile. "Me too." Geneva starts to walk away, but I stop her. "Geneva!" She quickly turns back. "Yes?!"

How do I say this?

"Do you mind waiting until tomorrow to post that picture? If you do it now.. the paparazzi will be worse in Los Angeles." Geneva thinks about my words. "Sure. I don't want it to be worse for you." I graciously nod. "Thank you very much."

"Of course, Lizzie. Happy Pride Month." Geneva waves at me before walking to her now crossed arm dad.

It is the start of pride month.

I quickly pull out my phone, exiting my text conversation with Y/N and opening the one with Marla and Rhonda.

"An interview needs to be made today. People need to know who I am."

Y/N POV

The ride to the airport was uneventful. Aside from the occasional small talk and "I'm sorry for getting you sick" from Nick, nothing happened.

Now we're inching the car closer to the departure zone.

"Hey, kid?" When he first started calling me that, I thought it would go away because of how annoying it was, but it didn't, and I've grown to like it.

"Hmm?" I turn to face Nick as his eyes are watching the cars in front of us.

"Is the reason you left New York waiting for you in LA?"

"No," I say without another thought to the question or to the pain in my throat.

"Do you want them to be?"

I purse my lips and think. I don't know.. I've been avoiding Elizabeth for weeks but saying that I don't want to see her at all would be a complete lie because I miss her. I truly do. For the past couple of nights, I've been having dreams and nightmares about her. Maybe that's what's making my move to LA easier.

"I don't know," I whisper my answer out as Nick nods his head and drops the subject.

"You know, getting to know you these past couple of weeks has been wonderful. I'm happy to know Laurie has such an amazing daughter." The car has now reached my drop-off area. I turn to the older gentleman next to me.

"It's been a pleasure getting to know you too, Nickolas." Nick smiles but rolls his eyes at the awkward way I say his name causing me to laugh, which I regret doing as my warm throat starts fighting me.

"Need help with your bag?" I shake my head no, but Nick is already out of the car, opening the trunk for me. Once I'm about, he's already wheeling my suitcase to me. "Text your mother when you land. She'll be worried sick otherwise."

"I will."

Without thinking, I wrap my arms around Nick and hug him. I feel Nick hesitate before doing the same. It didn't last long, but it was nice. "Thanks again for everything." "Sorry for getting you sick, kid." Now I roll my eyes. "It's alright. I'll see you, Nick." I turn around and start walking to the airport doors.

"Wait!" I turn around to see the car window rolled down with Nick leaning over the passenger seat. "Don't forget to check your bag! You're flying to LA; who knows what someone might do if it's left in the overhead bin." I shake my head at him like he's crazy until I remembered the conversation over dinner last night.

"Literally pee all over my luggage. Someone left their child's toilet up in the top, and during take-off, it flew to the back, smacking everyone's precious cargo." (A/N this story happened on a podcast I used to listen to)

My face morphs in disgust. I shoot Nick a thumbs up as he laughs at my face. "So long, kid!" And with that, I turn back around and head straight towards my airline's desk. Ready to check this bag.

Okay, so that took longer than I thought it would. Of course, it's the beginning of summer, and this place is packed. What was I thinking? Now I'm sprinting, yes, sprinting to my gate! Mind you; I'm still feeling terrible!

It's like a scene out of a movie. I make it to my gate just as the last couple of people are shuffling on. The ticket on my phone goes through, and now I can finally breathe! I follow the people onto the plane, double-checking that I have everything. Phone? Obviously. AirPods? Duh. Cards and ID? Front pocket because what if my bag gets lost because I listened to Nick? Okay, time to find my seat and get rid of this headache.

I picked the worst day to fly.

Does anyone watch the stewardess do the safety instructions in case something happens and you need to step up, or is this just my anxiety making me watch them?

Anyways I feel relieved once they finish up. The person next to me couldn't give a shit. They were on their phone the whole time, and let me tell you, they were getting screamed at by someone through text.

Which weirdly reminds me.

I open my phone. I never finished my conversation with Robbie.

wasn't ignoring you just got on the plane. I'll text you when I land.

After a couple of minutes, Robbie responds.

No sweat I started taking a crack at that other song All Eyes On Me. Are you sure this is suited for me?

Moody indie? Uh yeah dude.

🙄 Saving it for when you get here. have a safe flight.

👍🏼

I exit that conversation, and I'm surprised to see a text from Max I don't remember getting.

"Elizabeth stopped by your place again. I think it might be for the last time. She's leaving ny."

Oh wow. Trying to copy me, Olsen?

I'm trying to formulate a sentence to type back, but I get interrupted when the mean stewardess tells me to put all electronic devices on airplane mode.

I'll just text Maxine back later. As of right now, though, I think it's time to pull out my AirPods, put on a relaxing playlist and tune out that crying baby five rows ahead of me.

Liz POV

Even in first class, I'm nervous. I don't know what it is today, but my nerves are doubled. Ever since we touched down in my home state, I've had this weird feeling.

Was I wrong to leave? Is it wrong to come back home? I should've apologized and seen my sister before leaving. No, I should've fucking chased after Y/N when I had the chance. Oh, God. Should I change my sunglasses and hat?

"Miss Olsen?" I dramatically lift my eyes up from the spot where my engagement ring used to be to see the eyes of the kind stewardess saving me from myself. "If you'd like to follow me." I nod before getting up and following her like a lost puppy. Except lost puppies don't get the stink eye from people, you never met.

Once we make it to the gate, the stewardess leads me to a man waiting with my bags. Well, all except one thing. Y/N's guitar case. Also, who is this man? Why is he here? I can carry my own bags.

"Thank you," I say to the stewards, who gives me a tight-lipped smile before turning back onto the plane. I walk up to the man and thank him for gathering all my belongings, but I can take it from here. He obliges as I double-check that I do indeed have everything except the guitar. I do! So with my purse securely on my shoulder and the bags and cases in my hands, I make my way to baggage claim.

Y/N POV

Two naps in one day.

I feel better after the second one. Or at least I thought I did. My eyes aren't tired. My head isn't killing me. But my throat. My throat got worse. Yes, it doesn't pain me as much to speak, but it's extra scratchy, and anytime I do try and speak, it's not my voice. I sound like a different person. Oh goodness, I need cough drops and water quick.

A text to James, Robbie, Max, and my mom later, and I'm the last one off. I've never been that last one off a plane, so I guess I can cross that off my bucket list. Why is it called that? Anyways with no bags carried on with me, it's now time to try to find my airline's baggage claim.

Oh yeah, also, I've never been to LAX before, so this is a new terrifying experience.

I hate that I'm doing this by myself.

I shouldn't have listened to Nick. I swear I've watched hundreds of people come by and be gone while I'm still here. I literally watched a guy walk around the corner, come by, scoop up his bag and walk straight into a car waiting for him. What the fuck?

Also, some people have zero sense of fashion. I know I don't, but I was learning a thing or two from the Olsens. Plus, I'm gay, so it's different.

Anygays, after watching the black suitcase with red lining pass by for the 7,495 time, I'm about to give up when brand new bags start coming down.

I watch as the crowd around me starts to grow. I had to do a double take when I thought I saw a woman in an LA Dodgers cap hanging around, but I didn't see her anymore, and I have to remember I'm actually in California now, so that's probably normal.

Finally, I saw it! My large suitcase was making its way to me. Without much of a struggle, I'm able to pull off the belt and make sure that, yes, it's mine. I'm about to finally walk away when something catches my eye.

I watch as it slides its way down before slowly making it was past me. It can't be. I look over the stickers on the case. Surely someone else has my exact same ones.

Except no one has my Davey-made sticker for my high school track team. Only one was made.

And there it is.

I watch as the case passes the people to my right. "Hey." I croak out of my throat as I watch a hand go and grab the case. Shit. They didn't hear me. When did so many people get here?

"Excuse me." "Get out of my way." "Sorry."

These are all the things I'm spitting out as the power starts coming back into my voice as I'm rushing to whoever thinks they can't steal my guitar case.

How the fuck do they have it?

"Hey, stop," I call out once I'm behind the person. "You with the case!" Fucking unbelievable! They're ignoring me.

"Hey!" I clear my throat once more and get right up behind the person before grabbing the bottom of my case from them pulling them back towards me.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!"

Liz POV

It took long enough, but it's finally here in my hands. I'm surprised I haven't been recognized with how long I was just standing there waiting.

I thought I saw someone who looked a lot like Y/N peer their way toward me, but I lost them in the ever-growing crowd.

Anyways. It's finally here in my hand. I hear some commotion behind me, but I'm too tired to see what that's about. I just want to "Hey!" get to Aubrey's before bringing this guitar to Robb-

"Who the fuck do you think you are!"

I feel the guitar case being pulled from behind as my hand gets yanked back, turning me around.

"Hey!" I yell before our eyes meet.

Y/N & Liz POV

It's her! She's here in front of me!! Don't fuck this up.

Part 27

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